Michael Shepherd - 0216 Nobility, humility

Early on a fine morning in June,
everything so still, the air
as if air had just been invented,
carrying scents, and
taste, and touch, and sparkling clarity -
it could even be singing to my contented listening;
cool air, waiting to be warmed by the sun;
at this magic hour, it matters not whether
countryside or town;

and I'm suddenly, unexpectedly
filled with the nobility of life -
and simulteously, or perhaps just after it,
humility...

and this strange, agreeable pair, I bask in,
live and move and have my being,
this fine morning in June

Michael Shepherd

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